Repercussion

 

This messy ending pains the most of all:

tore the stripes from off of my manly pride,

reduced me to a suicidal plea

for clemency of sentence and of bite.

 

And oh, the repercussions of it all,

the countless hours of terrifying dreams

from whence I wake and where I wake each day

with hope that fluctuates to extremes.

 

Now I wear the callipers of failure,

my self-esteem in tatters, like my life,

whose janitor picks the mem'ries from the rubble

and splits them open with a butchers knife.

 

A part of me is dead now I expect

But one day soon it might just resurrect.

 

 

5^th August 1999